Poems

Holidays

HOLIDAYS are holy days, Full of gratitude and praise—

Illumination

BRIGHT star! Illuminating star! May it shine clear across the gloom, Cleaving the night of dismal fears, Pointing the way to Truth sublime,— Eternal Truth,— And glorious, endless day.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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Temples

WITHIN the fragrant groves of Lebanon, The skilled Sidonians hewed the cedar trees, Fashioned the wood in fretwork, flower, and frieze, Until each heaven-inspired device was done.

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Petition

DEAR God, Teach me to pray Understandingly!

The Open Door

LORD, in Thy will are no cross-purposes, But one divine unfoldment.

Man's Dwelling Place

Embosomed in the heart of Love, Away from mortal sight, In symbol visioned as a dove, True being dwells in light.

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Shared reflections

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These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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A Prayer for Faith

Without Thee, God, are all endeavors vain;No joy, no satisfaction can be mineUntil Thy First Commandment I obey,And cleanse my heart, and place my hand in Thine.

My Aim

Not human praise—The shouts of men—Not exercise of pomp,Not thought of gain,Nor sense of self entailed.

Fulfillment

Well for that man who, day by day,With steadfastness pursues his questKeeping the narrow upward way,Obedient to one high behest.

Our Father-Mother

Oh, Father-Mother God!Oh, name so dear, so blest!On Thee alone I lean;In Thee alone I rest.

The Prodigal Son

I Took my earthly goods, and willfullyFar from my Father's house I straightway wentInto the land of sense; and there I spentMy energies, and no man gave to me.

Paul and Silas

How clear your vision; how serene your trust,Brave gospel messengers! Though basely served,Afflicted sore; in loathsome dungeon thrust;By cruel stocks confined—all undeserved—Yet, at black midnight's hour, united voiceUplifting gratefully, ye waited notThe moment of deliverance to rejoice.